One day a mountain mouse went out for a walk and met a city mouse on the road. The mice started talking and really liked each other. From that day on they became bosom friends.
A city mountain mouse once said:
“Sister, dear, you’re probably fed up with the city’s delicacies.” Come to me, I will treat you to glory! You will taste fresh, juicy fruits!
The city mouse was delighted and, without hesitation, agreed. The mountain mouse brought her friend into her hole, took out groundnuts, sweet potatoes, and various berries from the pantry, and began to treat her guest. And she pleased the city mouse so much that she immediately invited the mountain mouse to come to her to taste lard, sugar and cookies. And the mountain mouse is glad that it had the opportunity to eat expensive delicacies.
The next day the mountain mouse set off on its journey. Her friend lived in the basement of the shop, and she always had plenty of all kinds of delicious food. The mice chatted about this and that, came out of the underground, snacked on the lard, and gnawed on the sugar. The mountain mouse has eaten and had its fill. Suddenly he sees a large clay vat standing in the corner.
“Sister, sister,” she called out to her friend, “what’s there, in the vat?” “In the vat?” Oil. It’s tasty, fatty, but you can’t drink a lot of it. Try it if you want!
The mountain mouse is so full that there is nowhere else to go, but how can you not try the butter? She asked her friend to hold her tail tightly with her teeth and climbed into the vat herself. The oil is yellow, transparent, the entire bottom is clearly visible.
The mouse is hanging by its own tail, as if on a rope, drinking oil. She got drunk and again asks for a friend:
- Get me up! I can't drink oil anymore! The city mouse pulled her out and said: “Come on, sister, let’s get out of here as quickly as possible, otherwise, no matter how bad things happen, a black cat is walking nearby!”
“Don’t be afraid,” the mountain mouse answers, “I really want to drink some more butter!” I liked it!
She took a rest and climbed into the vat again. And the city mouse sits on the edge of the vat, holding her friend by the tail.
Suddenly the door opened, and a huge black cat appeared on the threshold. The city mouse screamed:
- Oh, sister, get out quickly! — and released her friend’s tail from her teeth.
“Putun!” It was a mountain mouse that flopped into the oil. And I couldn’t swim out - I was too heavy. And so she drowned.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru